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I woke up yesterday morning and stumbled towards the kitchen to make breakfast (by which I mean 'put things in the toaster,' which is an complicated as I can handle in the mornings). To my great dismay, there was a squirrel sitting on the kitchen table. This morning, IT HAPPENED AGAIN. I don't know if it was the same squirrel or a different one, but I am not cool with squirrels in the building. (As I left after completing my toasting, I saw it scampering down the hall, hopefully towards its exit. I'm going to believe that, because the alternative is too frightening to contemplate.)

My mother claims not to have a cell phone. This is a lie. And now she is texting me. How on Earth did that happen? I asked my brother, thinking that he had explained it to her, but he doesn't know either.

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